It jossles her bladder.

The straw gave way with a noisy crunch as Gina landed flat on her back, arms splayed, legs flopping. The nest puffed up with a cloud of feathers and dry dust, a few bits of straw shooting into the air like startled confetti. For a moment, she lay still, staring up at the dark sky above, letting out a long, shaky breath.

“Ow…” she muttered softly, her voice breathless.

She shifted her legs and winced—the impact had sent a jolt through her entire body. The minor scratches on her back and thighs throbbed slightly, the jagged edges of twigs leaving shallow red marks. Her skin felt tender and exposed, still chilled from the outside air, but that wasn’t her main problem.

Her bladder had been jolted by the fall, now a deep, pressing discomfort. It was no longer a mere nuisance—it had grown into a gnawing, relentless urge. She instinctively pressed her thighs together, body reacting without thinking.

"Okay," she whispered, glancing at the open space around her, "definitely feeling it now..."

With another sharp breath, Gina pushed herself up onto her hands, carefully shifting her weight. Her body ached from the fall, and a few stray feathers were stuck to her bare skin—one clung to her chest, another to her hip, and a third, a smaller one, tickled her cheek. She winced as she brushed them off. The twigs had left their marks, but the pain was minor—a temporary sting. Still, she couldn’t afford to be too distracted by the discomforts of the fall.

She needed to move, fast.

Carefully, she rose to her feet, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her. She shook off the last of the straw and feathers, then glanced around, her heart racing. The courtyard, with its familiar softness of straw, was quiet now, save for the distant hum of the night. Big Bird’s nest had cushioned the fall well, but now she was exposed.

Lowering herself back onto her stomach, she began to carefully maneuver, pushing with her hands and slowly sliding her bare feet first out of the giant nest. The coarse straw scraped against her belly and thighs as she slid onto the rough ground of the courtyard, the chill of the earth immediate against her skin.

With a final, **** push, she was clear of the nesting material and immediately adopted the ENF pose. Gina hunched forward, attempting to fold herself inward, making herself as small as possible to shield her exposed breasts and crotch from any potential gaze. Her bare feet slapped softly against the cool, rough ground with each hasty step, sending fresh jolts through her bladder.

She scuttled quickly and quietly towards the dark outline of the inner door ahead, never once leaving her target. The night air bit at her exposed skin, a constant, chilling reminder, but she couldn't afford to be distracted. Each step sent another pang through her bladder, but she focused on the door ahead.

Gina reached the door. Her hand hesitated on the cold metal knob for only a moment before she carefully, quietly twisted it. A faint creak of the hinges echoed in the stillness as she pulled the heavy door inward just a sliver, barely enough to slip her head through the narrow gap. She peered cautiously into the night. Beyond it, the quiet street stretched into the night—still and empty. No voices, no footsteps, no curious eyes. But the sight didn’t comfort her.

The street was just beyond… open, exposed, and absolutely the last place she wanted to be seen.

She drew in a slow breath, her hand hovering near the doorknob.

“Okay… if I’m fast, I can make it.”

Note: This chapter was originally composed with the help of ChatGPT, and then edited with the help of Gemini.